When tigers flee from fire, the deer Have nothing but that fire to fear; So, driven by Love's flames I see No danger save thy cruelty. Let not thy breast, to which I fly For pity's milk, be hard and dry: Let not thy heart, to which I come, Refuse my homeless life a home. Now, wrecked and cuffed by many a sea, I swim for safety unto thee; Let not sharp rocks that poor wretch cut, Who for his life clings hand and foot. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLD HANDS WARM HEART by KAREN SWENSON THE TRANSIENCE OF HANDS by KAREN SWENSON MY LOVE'S GUARDIAN ANGEL by WILLIAM BARNES HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM ABROAD by ROBERT BROWNING TO ONE IN BEDLAM by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON EPITAPH UPON A CHILD THAT DIED by ROBERT HERRICK THE BRONCHO THAT WOULD NOT BE BROKEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY SONNET: 24. THE STREET by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ODE TO MASTER ANTHONY STAFFORD [TO HASTEN HIM INTO COUNTRY] by THOMAS RANDOLPH |